Recently, a Ukrainian Jon Pertwee Recipe Book fan website has surfaced. On it there are little profiles of various recipe book devotees. I have included a screen capture of mine below, and here's the translation (according to google translate)

"Socialist Kaled - "Kiwi" type of sex pervert who lives in Australia. This person is interested in cricket and put it in the sex organs of other insects as well.

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Kaled living in kiwis nest hive with all other deviant sexual perverts. This slot is kiwi socialism. Kaled vegetarian and hopes to gain heaven in the afterlife, but also do not be a pervert"What nonsense is this? I fail to understand.But what is cool is that there are two new artwork pieces on here - Clara the Mermaid and Crazy (or not?) Pokémon fan. additionally, Dalek Leef is a superb tale involving Alpha Centauri

Before I begin rabbiting on about the Web of Fear, just a quick note to say that there's a couple of new fan fiction stories for you to read. Dr Who Goes to New York sees Dr Who (he has an afro) go to New York. I think the plot swerve is unexpected. Then there's the Poo in Space which is about a planet made of poo. If you like recipes then try Southern Fish Bake.So. I've finished watching the Web of Fear. 9/10. I've listened to the tale several times (most recently last year) so I'm familiar with the plot. Still, it felt new. Being able to see all the different sets and actors is such a thrill. And the Yeti!! So exciting. We see a young Lethbridge-Stewart. One can't help but be transfixed at seeing the beginnings of such an iconic character (it's a similar feeling to watching Bret Vyon in the Daleks' Master Plan. Some people refer to it as a 'who-dunnit' in the sense of who's the lackey of the Great Intelligence. The suspense of that was ruined for me by reading the booklet which came with the audio CD. If I didn't know then I wouldn't have guessed Arnold. I wouldn't have a clue who to pick. With the exception of the cowardly Evans, there is no prime suspect. Not even Chorley. And with characters disappearing and reappearing it's impossible to be able to get a good guess.On audio the sets look immaculate. I think that's why I love Marco Polo so much. I wonder if I'd enjoy that story as much if I watched it and the endless desert became a couple of caravans and a backdrop in a studio. So what about the Web of Fear? Well, the sets are just as good on the tele as they are in your head. So they do not let the story down. Good work, set designers!!I don't know. I'm not good at writing reviews. If you wanted to read one, then you'll find better elsewhere on the internet. But if you haven't brought the DVD yet (or bought the story on iTunes) then do it now! It's not worth waiting another couple of years in case they re-release it with episode 3 animated and with some special features. It's so brilliant that it should be b

This morning I drove a lovely blue car. I parked that car and went into a shop. Inside that shop I bought a DVD (and a Clara figurine, but I won't use that for anything "naughty" - that's what Peri toys are for). The DVD is THE WEB OF FEAR!!!!!!!Fantastic!!! This time last year, did anybody think they'd be able to buy THE WEB OF FEAR!!!!!! with 5 episodes complete and one a reconstruction? This is astonishing. We Whoers are very lucky that we have the opportunity to watch this serial.And make sure you rea

In an exciting development, the next Super Sleuth adventure is now up. Once again it stars Sexy Voord as the title character, and this time she is joined by Adric, best known as companion to the Doctor, and the hero of the Life of a Sensuous Adric series of short stories on this website.Now, if the cases in this story seem familiar, then maybe it is because they are. A couple of them were first used in a thread (something to do with Mel and Adric running a detective agency) a few years ago on an old doctor who forum. I think they were my ideas, but I cannot say that with any certainty. i'm sorry if it transpires that they weren't mine

So I recently watched The Greatest Show in the Galaxy. It's the second time I've seen it.I enjoyed it. The first two parts were superb, but it drifted after that. The first time I saw it Sylv' clowning around in episode 4 was tiresome; but not today.Clowns are cool in a freaky way. So are circuses. That makes for one amazing setting for a Doctor Who serial.Sylvester and Sophie were at their usual high standard. Jess Martin looked great and gave a first class performance, as did Captain Cook and the Chief Clown. I liked the Ring Master's introductions.Great story (though this review is kinda awful)

Not much to report. Added the recipe for Beefburger Nests earlier today. Added links to some of the landing pages. A couple of photos here and there to add colour.Also, I love this video from youtube. Go the All Blacks!

Boo!There's another story for you to read. It's called Super Sleuth and it stars Sexy Voord! Additionally, I have uploaded the recipe for Beefburger Nests. I'm not sure what a beefburger is, but if you've got some and other ingredients then you can make a beefburger nest!

Do you remember the Reapers? They were in a story from Chris Eccleston's era. They appear in the latest story on here. Rise of the Reapers. Check it out now! It follows on from Wuuuuu-uuu-uuu and The Return so reading those two first is advised.And Brendon McCullum has become the first New Zealander to get a test match triple hundred. G

So nothing new on here for a few days. This time I have an excuse. Had to work Friday, then spent the weekend watching the NRL Nines. These long gaps will probably happen again due to life getting in the way.So to compensate, here's a poem about Jon Pertwee:Pie eating monsterExceptional Dr WhoRoger was his MasterTerrance was his script editorWorzel he played tooEyes. He had themEars. He had them too

Sorry for another non-Recipe Book posting, but this week something incredible happened.For those unfamiliar with rugby league (or the more widely popular rugby union), it's similar to American Football. The key differences are that all the players are expected to be able to attack and defend (they don't switch all their players when they have to start defending), and for most of the players, the only piece of protective gear they wear is a mouthguard. Yep, rugby league (and rugby) players are a whole lot tougher than gridiron players.So, rugby league. From the age of 6 until 10, I played rugby league. I wasn't any good, but it was enjoyable. My local club was the Te Atatu Roosters. And due to that name, I started supporting the Sydney Roosters in the premier league competition in the world (though I prefer to call them Easts or Eastern Suburbs). We Aucklanders are lucky. This weekend there is a 9s competition here, featuring all the clubs of the NRL. It's gonna be fantastic! And to help spread the game, on Thursday evening, each NRL club went to an Auckland club for a meet/greet with the local community. And you can guess what happened next, can't you. My favourite Easts got allocated to Te Atatu - my local club. I suppose my support of Easts has come to define me (in as much as my obsession with Doctor Who also defines me), so to have players from my favourite club coming to my junior club which initiated that Easts-supporting was pretty special.Thursday evening rolls along. I make my way to the club. It hasn't really changed in the decade or so that I haven't played. I looked around. There were so many people there. I joined the crowd, waiting for Easts to arrive. At last, a bus pulls up. We all stare over, hoping to get that first glimpse of the players. After a short while, they disembark and make their way over to the field. The local high school's Kapa Haka group performed a powhiri / haka for them, then everybody invaded the field to meet them. I entered the fray, armed only with my camera and a determination to get photos with some of the players. Many others had the same desire, so it was a case of being patient. Slowly, surely, I got the photos. Grand final hero Shaun Kenny Dowall, who played most of the grand final with a broken jaw and scored a great try too...Aidan Guerra and Dan Tupou, who also scored tries in the grand final...Jake Friend and Mitchell Pearce - key play makers in the side.Time ticked by, and this mad mob had to stop. The players moved over to tables, whilst us in the mad mob had to get some semblance of order and form queues for autographs. The photographs were what I was after, but that autograph session was just as special for the interaction with the players. Dylan Napa was awesome, asking whether or not I was a local. Tupou smiled a thanks when I said that his grand final try was superb. Another was asking whether I was going to watch the 9s and was winking a lot. Even just the "hi"s and "how are you"s from the others was pretty cool.All to soon the event was over, but I got some brilliant photos and some unfor

Life can be stressful sometimes. There are people out there who aren't that nice. You meet them and you get stressed. But then there are other people. Cool people. People that you meet and you come away smiling. The local courier driver is one of those people and I saw him as I went to the local shops today. So here's a positive post about those awesome people!As I stated above, our local courier driver is fantastic. He's made the effort to learn everybody's names. And considering how big the suburb is....that's a pretty good effort. You hear the courier van come down the drive. You open your door. He appears, holding a parcel (most likely something Doctor Who-ey that you've ordered), he greets you with your name. Even if the parcel isn't for you, he'll remember your name. That's pretty darn cool. And if he sees you somewhere else, like if you're walking past his van as he's loading it with some more post, or if he comes into your work to drop off something, he'll still greet you with your name. Brilliant!Another awesome fellow plays for my favourite rugby league team. It's our premiership winning prop, Jared Waerea-Hargreaves. A few years ago I went to watch a preseason game. Due to injury, he wasn't playing but was still there anyway. Long after the game had finished he was still busy posing for photos and signing autographs. Eventually after everyone else had got a photo/autograph I went up and got a photo too. Wearing a Roosters shirt he could tell I was a fan rather than just a local who had come to watch a game. So he inquired whether or not I had got photos with the other players yet. I hadn't. Would I like to? Oh yes please. Especially the fullback who's ultra-incredible. So off he leads me to find them. Unfortunately they had already left so I had to wait until another time to get those photos. Still, it was very kind of him to try and get them for me.And cricket. Many many years ago when I was just a wee kid, I had won a competition and got to hang out with our national team during an ODI against South Africa. It was a great match and the players were all cheerful and friendly. And I got them to sign one of those mini-bats. Then, I decided to get signatures from the Proteas too. I stood near their dressing room, unsure if I was allowed to knock. New Zealand allrounder Chris Harris saw this, realised what I was trying to achieve so he came over, got the bat, went in and got the South Africans to sign it. So nice of him, and now that bat is one of my favourite possessions.Other awesome people were my old colleagues in China. I wasn't any good at teaching, so I was relieved of my duties at that school until an alternative school was found. And my colleagues were really great. Ones who were at other branches, or ones at the same one but I hadn't had much chance to talk to...they were all great, showed concern and would ask for any updates. One delightful lady even tried to find some other work for me, and another guy got me a couple of lessons at another school that he did a bit of teaching for.The impact that people like these have are tremendous. They remind me of how good life is. Those small acts of kindness go a lonThank you!

Hello again. Thanks for reading. I have updated the site again. There's a cool recipe for biscuits (Viennese Biscuits) which should be yummy. It's from the Jon Pertwee Recipe Book so you know it must be good. I have included some more artwork, and another story (a sequel to Wuuuu-uuu-uuu. This one is called The Return). There's also an autograph section. I have added some more for you to view. I'll continue to add more to it so keep checking :)Oh, and the below picture doesn't have anything to do with the recipe book. It's just a really cool st

I wanted to write another piece of fan fiction today. Instead, I have felt compelled to write about one of the great debates in cricket. Warne V Muralidaran/Muralitharan. Sorry to anybody not interested in cricket.For those ignorant of cricket (here's looking at you, Yankees!), Shane Warne and Muttiah Muralidaran (sometimes spelt Muralitharan) are generally considered to be the two best spinners of all time. But who's better?On the Roar, an Australian sports website, there was an article about this. It pointed out Murali's superior statistics. He had more wickets (800 V 708) (from less games), more 5 wicket hauls (67 V 37), more 10 wickets in a match (22 V 10), a better average (22 V 25) and a better strike rate (55 V 57). The article asked why then is Warne always picked in the best ever teams?Then came the comments. The largely Australian readership were naturally picking their man Warne.Consistently they pointed out Murali's dodgy bowling action. Apparently he's a chucker. When testing was done, it found that he sometimes chucked the ball. But guess what? That study revealed that most bowlers chucked the ball (though to a lot less degree that Murali). So if that's enough to disqualify Muralidaran from the 'all time greats' discussions, then most other bowlers would have to be ignored too. So their first argument is invalid.Another key anti-Murali point was that many of his matches were against "minnows" Zimbabwe and Bangladesh. Again, this is silly. In all but one series during Warne's career, the English cricket side were hopeless. Just as bad as Zimbabwe. Yet Warnie doesn't get his statistics questioned.Apparently Murali could only perform on the dustbowls of Asia. But stats reveal that the duo have very similar averages in New Zealand, South Africa and England. Murali's stats get bloated in Australia, but Warne's are bloated in the West Indies. So outside of Asia, Warne is not better.The next point is tricky. It's the lone wolf V wolf pack theory. Murali was very much the "lone wolf." Apart from Vaas, he had no quality bowlers to work with. He had to create all the pressure. He had to create the wickets. Warne was in the wolf pack. He was constantly surrounded by quality bowlers - Lee, McGrath, Gillespie, Kasprowicz... When he came on the opposition was under pressure. There would be a bowler at the other end keeping the stress on. No one is sure how to judge the star player from each approach. The lone wolf should capture more wickets, but have a higher strike rate and average. In the pack, the players should get less wickets, but at better strike rates and averages.The Australian public were somehow trying to use this to claim Warne's superiority. Due to the quality surrounding him, he got less wickets than he could have had. If Murali was in that Australian team, they claimed, he would not have the record for most test wickets. But, if he was in that team, then his average and strike rate would improve so much that it Murali's superiority would be confirmed.All in all, the quality of the players are very similar, though Murali just edges in front. The clincher is that Warne is a convicted drugs cheat. So Muralidaran wins. He's the greatest spinner of all time!

So I arrive at work, but can't get it. My colleague has the key and she's late. She finally arrives with a tale of not being able to find her car, not being able to find her car key and having to break the car window to get her work keys.

Then the working starts. It's a shop. And someone named Rani is a customer. I have to suppress the urge to go on and on about good ol' Pip and Jane.Then a semi-annoying customer comes in. Twice. Each time I'm busy serving an older lady. Not too bad looking, but too old. Yet after the ladies depart, he says, "you would have, wouldn't you?" Grrrrrrrr.Another co-worker arrives to check the roster. His parks at an angle, taking up three car park spaces. The lady in the space next to his can't get into her car. When she does, her battery is dead. It'll need to be jump started. Due to the battery locations, Mr co-worker will have park his car on the other side of her car. So off he goes, and ends up parking three car park spaces away!On a more positive note, another woman comes in with her young daughter. I say goodbye, and the daughter waves a nice goodbye. So adorable and sweet.There's more. But that's all the interesting stuff. Have a nice

Good morning ****ers! If you haven't been here for a couple of days, then there's a few new things. I have uploaded a sequel to the Adric love story. It's called Life of a Sensuous Adric 2, and tells of Adric making a bet and risking his Adric jr. There's new artwork too - The Church. And God-zilla features a dinosaur. It's a Dalek is a dalek, while the Dinosaur and the Shark has what is expected from that title. If you like recipes, Scotch Eggs is something you may wish to investigate.Anything else? Not really. Hard to work last night. Just in a shop. It wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Not too busy. Some older lady commentated that I smelt nice. And I bought chips for dinner. Yum Yum! It may not be being adventurous at meal times, but it was still delicious.

So. I went to the cricket today, and look at the above photo. It's the Jon Pertwee Recipe Book. At the cricket!! Awesome! I was actually sitting in a different spot, but the roof above the seat made it too difficult to see the book when I took a photo so I had to move to a sunny spot for the photo. I hope you like it.What else happened? Well, India began well, taking three quick wickets. New Zealand looked in deep trouble. Fortunately Kane Williamson and Brendon McCullum batted well, both scoring centuries. Those two waving their bats in the air to celebrate getting to 100 are shown below.

As long as the weather stays dry (it's overcast at the moment but the forecast suggests that it'll be ok), I shall be going to watch the first day of the New Zealand V India test match at Eden Park. It's cricket. It's a cool sport. So my first story comes from cricket.As a young little Comrade, I used to play cricket. I wasn't any good - indeed if the club had two teams at that age level I would be in the second. If there were four teams I would only just make the thirds. So yeah, I lacked talent. Still, it was fun.I could delight you with some of my past glories, which were few and far between. And really, nobody wants to hear of my 19 not out highest score, do they?Training was another matter. After a warm up, it'd be batting and bowling in the nets for a couple of hours. As one training drew to a close, it was time for the bastman (Mickey) to start slogging. He'd have only a couple of minutes left. One of our group decided it would be amusing to chuck the ball (in cricket, you have to bowl with a straight arm. Having it bent, then straightening it is considered throwing). Not used to it, the bowls were short and wide Mickey had no chance of hitting them. He started to get angry, so we continued, and the balls continued to be wide. His mad reaction to each ball spurred us on to keep doing it. Finally, Chris (who didn't bowl much. He was more of a wicketkeeper) ran and bowled/chucked. It wasn't short and wide. It was high. Really high. The bowl went above the roof of the nets, bounced once or twice on top of it and flew neatly into the garden of a nearby house. Mickey exploded. We bowlers collapsed and were rolling on the ground laughing.Sure, people on the outside may find the tale dull, but it was one of the most enjoyable moments of playing cricket.

Good morning. I understand the need to keep this blog updated regularly, but Jon Pertwee Recipe Book news can be sparse and there's not too much happening in the world of Who at the moment. So to keep the posts coming, I've decided to sometimes post anecdotes from my life. I find them amusing or interesting, but you may not. Sorry about that

It's me again!! Just a quick update to say that I've added a couple of art pieces to the site. One is a self portrait in the style of Munch's Scream, and the other is a 'what if' scenario of Mr Pertwee making a not so good endorsement.And thank you to the kind fellow who posted a comment. If anybody is reading this then feel free to leave comments.